My mother's dress

A Poem by Georgiana S

First attempt of writing after a long while of silence..

I remember the rainy summer days -
my feet caressing the clean stones,
each and every of the simple ways
of walking on the copper tones
of our sunsets.

The air was sweet and mild
and I was running freely, careless
my hair was flying wild
and I was wearing my mother's dress
Fluid soft silk - and orange tinted
with Japanese roses printed.

I kept on falling
for it was too long,
My skin was drowning
in the salty drops,
and life was growing
bold and strong
beneath.

The road had little lakes,
I can see it clearly now -
My present gently breaks
in front of their muddy scent -
I feel these clothes too heavy,
These sunsets incandescent...

How I long to feel again
That innocence so dearly;
To get off this villain train,
and run away from this mess.

Wandering freely,
Wearing my mother's dress.

© 2013 Georgiana S

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Jay

It's a common theme you address. Innocence had and innocence lost. A girls idealisation of woman. The womans idealisation of girl.
And oh,..mother. Was there ever a greater angel?..

Well, a common theme this may be, but I find your poem most compelling and tenderly infectious. It's a darling.
Like that orange tinted, floral print dress.
Which reminds me: I love the way you set the poem in those hues which seem to blend the bright yellow of beaming childhood with the stark red of grown up consciousness (and perhaps conscience), to make for a bitter-sweet, picquant flavoured piece of writing: nostalgia mixed with present longing and todays hopes for tomorrow.
A circle of one persons life, swirling blood orange.

I think this is great.